I cringe everytime I see you refer to yourself as a failure of any sort. I can't tell you how to feel, of course, and I will continue to read and comment even if you mention failure in every single post going forward. I just wish you would let it go and move on, look ahead.

Sorry to disappoint, Anna, but I'm inclined to look at myself with a critical eye (having been raised Catholic and all). But...if it's any comfort at all...I see the good as well as the bad. And, yes, I DO look forward (as well as back).

I'm obliged to disagree, my beloved Quaker bomb-thrower. The dreams I remember, the dreams that rattle and quake, aren't all that convoluted. There are those dawns when I wake and whisper to myself: "I understand." And then I cry.